I wake up each morning surprised:
How is it I’m still alive?
Strands of hair, piles of dust,
What do I see through my eye crust?
Every night, I have a heart attack:
Will I ever touch your back?
Cold dry air, lots to read,
What is it I really need?
You were somewhere else...
What if you were from somewhere else?
You are something else...
What if you feel something else?
Every minute counts, there’s no rush:
I’m never ever gonna give up.
I’ll find the words or lack thereof
To match my thoughts, the language of love.
You said the planets had aligned:
You were joking, but what if you were right?
You say, "It’s early in the morning."
Let’s be birds, find each other by singing.
You were somewhere else...
What if you were from somewhere else?
You are something else...
What if you feel something else?
acoustic majesty and heartfelt lyricism from the man of the hour and my dear bosom buddy, Matt May. try it with his other album, Derivatives; they make an excellent pair grown honesty well